PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

Let me disappear from everything that makes me conscious of myself, Lord. Not that I may cease to be, but that I may finally become wholly attentive to You. Teach my heart the language of Your Kingdom, where silence is not emptiness but the fullness of love without explanation. Let me breathe the air breathed by Isaac, by the desert fathers, by all those who became drunk with wonder because they discovered that You are more beautiful than everything they surrendered. I ask fo